"Aren't Russian women supposed to be beautiful," I blurted.

"We can't all look like Scarlett Johansson," Darya spat. She was squat, wide, with scruffy eyebrows, a broken tooth and a long-healed broken nose. It clearly had not been broken again since.

"We can't all look like her either," quipped her Japanese companion, Carrie, "And Darya IS beautiful - you'll agree when you see how she moves when she swiftly and artfully breaks a jaw with her fist."

"Everyone is aware that an elephant never forgets, but most are unaware of the fact that a Flamingo ALWAYS knows.
Your grandpa's secret cookie recipe, your sister's hidden skinmag stash, the Esperanza & her sunken treasures; flamingos! They know! All of it! But they're all so high on shrimp they can't share this knowledge. So I have a solution."

The small crowd waited ankle deep in swamp.

"Welcome to the very 1st Flamingos Anonymous!"

"Everyone is aware that an elephant never forgets, but most are unaware of the fact that a Flamingo ALWAYS knows.
Your grandpa's secret cookie recipe, your sister's hidden skinmag stash, the Esperanza & her sunken treasures; flamingos! They know! All of it! But they're all so high on shrimp they can't share this knowledge. So I have a solution."

The small crowd waited ankle deep in swamp.

"Welcome to the very 1st Flamingos Anonymous!"

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Playing Taiko no Tatsujin and trying to fill out bingo cards.

No face cam today.

Http://twitch.tv/lunarjade

I'll be doing sketches today for Patreon rewards! Not sure if I'll stream the full two hours as I've had a busy day, but we'll see!

Tune in at twitch.tv/spacelingart or picarto.tv/spaceling !

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"Happiness, for a trade," offered the fairy, glimmering like frost.

"I don't have anything I could trade; I'd miss anything important to me," said the weary young artist.

"It wouldn't feel important anymore," promised the fairy, reassuringly.

"So, what do you want?"

"Your first born--"

"Completely child-free; unless you count my rat."

"If that's the best I can get," the fairy growled through gritted, pearly teeth.

"Enh, no deal."

#CommissionMe !! B&W, digital, only $10. Art in the style of the shark people is $20. DM inquiry , I'll need a description and photo ref if applicable, plus time. Blank, abstract, simple, and fill available as background options. $5 for each additional character. My traditional ink art is also $20-$30.

My wife and I test our mettle against a doll-haunted nightmare wasteland in this Let's Play video. You can watch it if you like.

Our protagonist's husband vanished and soon we're talking to dolls, crashing cars, chatting up ghosts and then things get WEIRD.

youtu.be/sr8ElkuWzxg

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"Hah! Well, never had a reason to get any good at it - my wife did all the cooking... BUT! Never too old to learn though. I'll get these muffins right next time."

"Are you sure? About never being to old to learn. I'm pretty sure some things would get too hard to learn to do..." Gray couldn't help commenting again.

"Sure, harder, but not impossible. And if it's something you WANT to do, might as well learn as much as you can until you're too dead to learn. Then you can stop," she grinned.

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The old woman peered at her deflated muffins and sighed, a resigned grin on her face, "Well, at least they should still taste fine."

"I can't believe I thought you were the instructor when I first walked in," Gray couldn't help commenting, their own muffins almost as flat.

"Cos I'm old."

"Um... yeah," Gray blushed a bit, "Just most people I know your age seem to know how to cook n' all... Or are just hopeless at it forever, I guess?"

Metaphor I came up whilst driving:

Marketing yourself on Mastodon is possible.

It's just that you're marketing at a farmer's market, not at a mega-mall.

The Hidden Mall -

Abby and Liv were just trying to hide from a bully when they found a hidden row of shops inside their mall.

Now they're trying to get out and, more, they're trying to survive.

#UrbanFantasy with traces of #Horror

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Typing in the dark like some kind of multi armed goblin.

This is no way to be, I ought to turn on a light.

Or I can keep writing. I am already seated comfortably after all.

She had reached the first tent when she noticed something off. She was inside its open flap when she realized there were no sounds of people, no chatter, not even a camel snort.

She had grabbed the water and swallowed the guest-sip every desert place allowed when she heard the flap start to close.

Don't approach the caravans. Don't let them see you.

Don't get inside, whatever you -

she took off running just as the tent reared up, the floor opening in a giant maw

#tootfic #writing 2/2

The caravan was a long snake of wagons and tents. It moved at night, under the stars, then there it was, the next day, camped in another place.

The caravan had water - the smell reached across the sand - had food - and those smells too - and shelter. The caravan had a way to get out of the desert.

"Don't approach the caravans" had made sense when they were younger. When they were weak. But her sister was gone and she had nothing left.
#tootfic #writing 1/2

"I keep trying to pull myself up by my bootstraps but I just keep failing," I cried to my familiar.

She shook her head, whiskers bristling and tail thrashing.
"I was alive when that phrase was coined, you know. It doesn't mean that at all. It's more like... it's ridiculous and impossible to perform such an action."

"Oh," I sniffed, "..What are you doing?"

She paused at tugging my shoelaces, "I'm trying to help pull you up."

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